It was Xian Miaomiao.
Xian Miaomiao followed the green aura up into the sky, forming a standoff with Song Yun.
"Miaomiao, you…"
Chu Feng could see at a glance that the reason Xian Miaomiao could display such tremendous power was undoubtedly related to the green aura she had released.
It was the Soul Mist Flame.
It wasn't only Chu Feng who had a trump card. Under Song Changsheng's guidance, Xian Miaomiao also possessed one of her own.
"Song Yun, if you hadn't come here and obtained the inheritance of the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable, you wouldn't even be qualified to fight me right now."
"If we are burdens,"
"then you're even less than a burden."
Xian Miaomiao looked at Song Yun coldly.
"Oh my, our Princess Miaomiao is angry."
"You say I relied on the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable's inheritance."
"But I obtained that inheritance through my own ability."
"And you?"
"If it weren't for your good fortune in meeting your Master, would you be where you are today?"
"That on you is the Soul Mist Flame, isn't it? Your Master gave it to you, right? I don't believe for a second that you could earn the Soul Mist Flame's recognition on your own."
"The Soul Mist Flame is a legendary power. You're not worthy of it. Why don't you hand that power over to me instead?"
The moment Song Yun finished speaking, the Nine Pupil Demon Flame released a blade of aura — not aimed at anyone else, but thrusting straight toward Xian Miaomiao.
"Hmph."
But Xian Miaomiao let out a cold snort, and the Soul Mist Flame surrounding her body surged forward to meet the aura blade head-on.
The two forces intertwined, and the black aura was directly swallowed and melted away by the Soul Mist Flame.
However, when the Soul Mist Flame truly closed in on the Nine Pupil Demon Flame, the latter let out a roar, and vast quantities of black aura erupted forth.
The collision of the black and green auras split the sky in two, and neither side could gain the upper hand.
Seeing this, Xian Miaomiao formed a series of hand seals.
The Soul Mist Flame was not withdrawn — instead, it surged forth with even greater ferocity.
"Destroy her."
Song Yun gave the command, and the Nine Pupil Demon Flame, unwilling to be outdone, opened its maw wide — as though transformed into the erupting mouth of a volcano — spewing forth an endless torrent of black aura.
Under the scale of this bombardment, more than half of the entire world was swallowed by these two auras.
Yet the two auras were divided along a boundary line running right between Xian Miaomiao and Song Yun, splitting the world in two — still evenly matched.
Seeing this, Xian Miaomiao changed her hand seals, and the Soul Mist Flame began to merge with her body.
Green runic patterns spread across Xian Miaomiao's entire body, and even her eyes turned green.
But paired with her delicate features, this was not frightening at all — rather, it possessed a strange and striking beauty.
Most importantly, after this transformation, Xian Miaomiao's aura grew even more powerful.
"Serve me."
Song Yun spoke once more, and the Nine Pupil Demon Flame dissipated into a cloud of aura before quickly surging back onto Song Yun's body.
Black flames blazed around Song Yun, and her long hair danced wildly — like a demoness descended into the mortal world.
And upon her forehead, yet another eye appeared.
When that eye opened, it contained nine pupils.
Song Yun could not only command the Nine Pupil Demon Flame — she could also channel its power into herself.
Both of them had now unveiled their trump cards.
They charged at each other.
With each clash of their weapons, what swept across heaven and earth was not the ripple of flames, but the collision of black and green auras.
Xian Miaomiao did not want to hurt anyone, and deliberately drew the battlefield outward.
"Good heavens, the Age of Gods truly lives up to its reputation."
"It's not just young friend Chu Feng who can unleash a bloodline frenzy."
"The methods of these two are equally heaven-defying."
"The young geniuses of today are absolutely monstrous — even in ancient times, few could compare!"
Huangfu Zhantian sighed in admiration, realizing that his own reputation as a genius meant nothing before these juniors.